She don’t call
She don’t call me anymore
My phone’s not ringing
Ringing like it did before
She don’t love nobody
She don’t want nobody
Now I’m crying on the floor
‘Cause I don’t think she cares anymore, anymore
I don’t think she cares anymore, anymore
I don’t think she cares anymore, anymore
I don’t think she cares anymore, anymore
White Reaper – I Don’t Think She Cares [from White Reaper Does It Again]
I’m not in love with Juke Box Jury
I’m not in love with thank you Jucky stars
I’m not in love with T’T’T’Twiggy
Because I’m in love with Cathy McGowan – she said
Ready steady go – all things she said
Ready steady go – wasn’t it fabulous
Ready (ready) steady (steady) go
I’m still in love with the Beatles
I was in love with the Stones, no satisfaction
I was in love with Bobby Dylan
Because I’m in love with Rock’n’Roll
Generation x – Ready Steady Go [from Generation X]
Don’t be surprised if we try to be wise
Well, love is much more than good advice, woo-ooh-ooh
I rely all of my life
All of my life
On my funny friendsI rely all of my life
All of my life
On my funny friends
Who gives a damn if we throw the dice
Well love is much more than good advice, woo-ooh-ooh
Unknown Mortal Orchestra – Ffunny Ffrends [from Unknown Mortal Orchestra]
Am I vital
If my heart is idle?
Am I doomed?
Am I vital
If my heart is idle?
Am I doomed?
I feel you
But nobody else
Though you’re someone I can’t see
Yet you say nothing
Of the stoic suffering
That stirs lukewarm in me
If lovelessness is godlessness
Will you cast me to the wayside?
Well, I feel the peeling
Of half-painted ceilings
Reveal the covering of a blank sky
Am I vital
If my heart is idle?
Am I doomed?
Cradle me
So I can see
If I’m doomed
Moses Sumner – Doomed [from Aromantacism]
Bunches and bunches, punches is thrown until you’re frontless
Oodles and noodles, bang bullets at suckers noodles
Last album voodoo, proved that we was fucking brutal
I’m talking crazy, half past the clock is cuckoo
You rappers doodoo, baby shit, just basic boo boo
I’m Shaka Zulu, Mansa Musa, my money’s buku
My beats is bangin’, fuck what you rappin’, who produced you?
I slapped the snot, take what ya got and Run The Jewels you
You itsy bitsy furry fright, and fricken sickly
A little prickly, dick on display for Winter swimming
Look at these kitties Mike, I’m a rat-a-tat ’em for living
I deal in dirty work, do the deed and then dash, ditch ’em
I’d lend a hand but they stuck in a fist and gun position
We run our brand where destruction’s the number one commitment
It’s all a joke between mom contractions and coffin fittings
So we disappear in the smoke like we’re fucking magicians
Run The Jewels – Blockbuster Night, Pt. 1 [from Run The Jewels 2]